MILDRED

OFFCOURSE SHE IS NOT XIMENA

I paced back and forth in the room, my mind racing with questions. Why did Enid look so worried? What could be so important that he had to cut our night short?

We had plans, plans that didn't involve returning to the pack's headquarters until whenever. I felt a knot in my stomach, my wolf senses tingling with unease.

As I paced, my feet carried me to the window, where I gazed out into the night. The stars twinkled, but my eyes saw only darkness. My thoughts were a jumbled mess, my emotions raw. I couldn't believe what Enid had just revealed - that...